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ballisticexchris
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I had a buddy whom I have lost a friendship because I pointed out his attachment to Indian motorcycles and parts are ruining his life. He made it clear to me that he is emotionally attached to them. It built up to a head a few months back when he lost yet another dog to coyote's. He got so caught up in bidding on Ebay he forgot about the dogs outside.
And no joke he put one of them in his freezer so he could get in his last minute bidding. I mentioned he might as well leave the dead dog out for for coyote bait. That was the end. I have tried to contact him to no avail. It has turned into a major hoarding situation over the years.
He is a middle working class and is spending all his retirement, maxing credit cards, refinanced his home etc. For years I have offered to help him sell some parts and help get some of his bikes running. This sets him off in anger. When I say it's bad I'm not kidding. He buys things like old license plates for 1200.00, water logged frozen engine for 3,000.00, 1700.00 rusty rotted frame. His latest "thing" is buying NOS (new old stock) crap like spark plug wires, caps, rusted bolts and hardware, etc.
I have never been inside his home. The outside is debilitated and his garage is stuffed with junk and over a quarter million dollars of Indian Motorcycles and parts. 3 Gilroy's that don't run, 5 spare Gilroy engines, various basket cases of vintage 1940's Indians, a war bike that he has not even ridden (33,000.00), and the latest was an almost 80,000.00 Indian 4 in concours condition. I helped him put it in his garage. When I went to put a package down next to it he said "not there the rats come through here".
Here is an example of his garage. The bike on the right in the first picture is the 33,000.00 war bike he bought a few months back and just shoved into the garage. The last picture is all the crap taken out from the left of the Gilroy in the first picture so he can fit his 80,000.00 Indian 4 into the garage. What makes it really bad is He would not even let me take anything to the dump. Old boxes, oil containers, broken vases, rat chewed anything, 30 year old kitchen flooring rolled up and breaking apart from age. He wants to keep it all. All over the place inside and outside of the garage are unopened boxes and envelopes of parts from Ebay.
I know we all have a little (and sometimes a lot) junk laying around but this is the most out of control situation I have ever seen in my life. I thought about turning him in to the city. The treatment of his animals is what upsets me the most. He just feeds them burritos from fast food and only will take them to the vet when they are on their death bed. None of them are fixed or had shots. Over the years, when the females goes into heat, puts them in a small box and keeps her there until she is no longer in heat.
I want to get his friendship back. OTOH, I can't just quietly agree to everything he does. I thought friends were supposed to help out in trouble. He hates it when I offer to help him clean up.
Any ideas?
And no joke he put one of them in his freezer so he could get in his last minute bidding. I mentioned he might as well leave the dead dog out for for coyote bait. That was the end. I have tried to contact him to no avail. It has turned into a major hoarding situation over the years.
He is a middle working class and is spending all his retirement, maxing credit cards, refinanced his home etc. For years I have offered to help him sell some parts and help get some of his bikes running. This sets him off in anger. When I say it's bad I'm not kidding. He buys things like old license plates for 1200.00, water logged frozen engine for 3,000.00, 1700.00 rusty rotted frame. His latest "thing" is buying NOS (new old stock) crap like spark plug wires, caps, rusted bolts and hardware, etc.
I have never been inside his home. The outside is debilitated and his garage is stuffed with junk and over a quarter million dollars of Indian Motorcycles and parts. 3 Gilroy's that don't run, 5 spare Gilroy engines, various basket cases of vintage 1940's Indians, a war bike that he has not even ridden (33,000.00), and the latest was an almost 80,000.00 Indian 4 in concours condition. I helped him put it in his garage. When I went to put a package down next to it he said "not there the rats come through here".
Here is an example of his garage. The bike on the right in the first picture is the 33,000.00 war bike he bought a few months back and just shoved into the garage. The last picture is all the crap taken out from the left of the Gilroy in the first picture so he can fit his 80,000.00 Indian 4 into the garage. What makes it really bad is He would not even let me take anything to the dump. Old boxes, oil containers, broken vases, rat chewed anything, 30 year old kitchen flooring rolled up and breaking apart from age. He wants to keep it all. All over the place inside and outside of the garage are unopened boxes and envelopes of parts from Ebay.
I know we all have a little (and sometimes a lot) junk laying around but this is the most out of control situation I have ever seen in my life. I thought about turning him in to the city. The treatment of his animals is what upsets me the most. He just feeds them burritos from fast food and only will take them to the vet when they are on their death bed. None of them are fixed or had shots. Over the years, when the females goes into heat, puts them in a small box and keeps her there until she is no longer in heat.
I want to get his friendship back. OTOH, I can't just quietly agree to everything he does. I thought friends were supposed to help out in trouble. He hates it when I offer to help him clean up.
Any ideas?